Florentino del Rosario

Florentino Baens del Rosario, Esq. “Nonoy”, “Ting” July 21, 1935 – April 27, 2010 After 74 happy and cheerful years, Florentino Baens del Rosario joined his creator on April 27, 2010. Florentino was the son of the late Amado and Nieves del Rosario, UP College of Law ’57 graduate, Upsilon Sigma Phi fraternity member, former Corporate Secretary and VP - Legal of China Banking Corporation, and former president of the Bankers Institute of the Philippines (BAIPHIL). Celebrating his journey toward his permanent home are his beloved wife Cynthia Barros del Rosario; sister Lourdes, brother Benjamin and sister-in-law Amelia Barros; children Amado Luis Florentino, Celia Regina Prieto, Stella May Chin, and Florentino Narciso; daughter-in-law Nelia P. Garcia, sons-in-law Fernando C. Prieto and Tony K. Chin; grandchildren Alfonso Gabriel and Lourdes Angeli ; Maria Cecilia, Mia Celina, and Luis Fernando; Max, Melanie Gabriela, and Dashiell Florentino; Nadine Angela, Nerissa Anela, and Neil Raphael. A memorial service will be held 1:00 to 5:00PM (Pacific Standard Time) at the Perez Family Funeral Home in Camarillo, California USA on Saturday May 1. His remains will be flown to Manila where he will lie in state at the Loyola Memorial Chapels at EDSA cor. Bernardino St. , Guadalupe Viejo, Makati from May 7 to 9. Interment will be on 3:00PM May 9 at the Court of Remembrance, Loyola Memorial Park, Marikina. The family requests friends and relatives for your prayers REMEMBER me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. --Christina Rossetti Song WHEN I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me: Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. -Christina Rossetti Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him! Edna St. Vincent Millay Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die. --Mary Frye Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. --W.H. Auden Lord, Lay Me to Rest By Ricardo Liong Dedicated to the memory of my Best Friend, Florentino Del Rosario Your browser may not support display of this image. I’ve ploughed the field and planted the seeds I’ve watered the plants And removed the weeds I’ve harvested the land and the animals feeds I’ve worked my hands and filled our needs I’ve grown weak n’ old and hands turned cold I’ve followed thy will and loyal faithful still I’ve done my best, Lord, lay me to rest